Green green grass of home The old home town looks the same as I step down from the train and there to meet me is my mama and my papa down the road I loko and there runs Mary hair of gold and lips like cherries it's good to touch the green green grass of home Yes, they'll all come to meet me, hands reaching, smiling sweetly It's good to touch the green green grass of home The old hous is still standing though the paint is cracked and dry down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary hair of gold and lips like cherries it's good to touch the green green grass of home Then I awake and look arounde four gray walls that surround me and I realize I as only dreaming for there's a guard and there's a sad old padre again I touch the green green grass of home
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